Obligatory Content Warning: The following poem contains scenes of a sexually explicit nature between SANTA and A CUB.  OMFG SANTA FUCKED A CUB!!!!  If this offends you, then you can kindly go shove a candy cane up your ass.  For everyone else... enjoy!

Twas the night before Christmas, and a little squirrelfox
Lay in wait by the stairs, hiding under a box.

He peeked through the peepholes he'd cut in advance,
Waiting for Santa as though in a trance.

He'd been a good boy, or so he had thought;
He'd played with the boys just like he'd been taught.

As mem'ries returned he played with his sheath,
Remembering the furs he'd once been beneath.

When up on the roof there came a loud noise!
Awaking the cub from the mem'ries of boys.

He peeked once again, breath caught in his throat,
And from the chimney there came a red coat

With a sack o'er his back and with nary a care,
Santa emerged -- a big polar bear!

The squirrelfox let out a loud yip of glee,
And ran down to Santa, down by the tree.

He looked at the sack, then up at the bear,
And asked, "Are there gifts for me in there?"

Santa let out a great, hearty laugh, and said,
"Shouldn't good little cubs be in bed?"

At this the young cub let out a small whimper,
To which the old bear had only a simper.

"I know what you've done with all of those boys.
Do you really need any silly old toys?"

The cub looked at Santa with a small, roguish smile,
And Santa knew that he'd be here awhile.

The bear dropped the sack and pulled down his drawers,
And watched as the cub got down on all fours.

The bear tried to choose the mouth or the butt;
A tough decision with this little cub slut.

He opted for mouth, at least for a starter,
And scooted in close as his member got harder.

The little cub lapped at the bear's growing cock,
And soon it was throbbing and hard as a rock.

He moaned and he quivered and squirted some pre
On the little cub's face, who giggled with glee.

The cub's muzzle soon wrapped around Santa's tip,
To swallow down Santa's sweet pre as it dripped.

Slowly St. Nick pulled back, and he said,
"Lie on your back, and those little legs spread."

The little cub did so and grinned up at the bear,
And followed his hungry and lust-ridden stare.

He giggled as Santa lined up his huge dick
And thrust it right into his butt; it was thick!

Santa let out a moan as he hilted inside,
Then laid back, taking the cub for a ride.

The cub wriggled and squirmed upon Santa's pole,
Moaning as it slid in and out of his hole,

Till, with one final thrust, Santa squirted his cream
Deep inside the small cub in a glorious stream.

Exhausted and spent, Santa withdrew his cock,
And looked down at the cub, then glanced at the clock.

The cub has passed out from their late night affair;
Santa lifted the cub and laid him down in a chair.

With his balls freshly drained and a grin on his face,
Santa knew it was time to get out of that place.

With a flick of his nose, he zipped up the flue,
Quite happy with his quick cubby screw.

So to all you cub lovers sitting down at your screen,
I hope you enjoyed my holiday scene.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night,
And may the cubbies you fuck be both willing and tight!